Preface
Love is often described as something that cannot be replaced, only found once in a lifetime- though I tend to disagree. That's what true love is. You can love as many times as your heart will allow you, but your soul gives you only one chance for true, everlasting love.
Two boys stood in the quiet graveyard, neither one talking as they remained motionless. In one of the boy's hand was a single white rose that was slowly beginning to wilt from the rain.
"I can't believe she's gone," the one without the rose whispered. His dark brown eyes dull with pain as he bent his head forward and silently continued to cry.
"I know," a velvet voice agreed with pain mirrored in his own. "I keep expecting to find her everywhere I go."
The boy with the deep brown eyes shuddered and fisted his hands into balls. Thoughts running through his head as he blamed himself, only himself. He could have protected, saved her from this, but he only helped her to her death.
"It's not your fault, Jacob," more pain entered the soothing voice.
"It is! If she wasn't with me she would be right here, she would be alive right now," Jacob screamed without looking up.
The other boy's golden eyes hardened as he stared at Jacob. His bronze hair gently floated in the wind as his gaze turned deadly, "If you really loved her then you would know she wouldn't want you to blame yourself. If you loved her at all then you would realize that she would want you to be happy."
Jacob froze as the rain continued to fall around them. Finally he raised his tear- stained face
"You can say all you want, Edward, but I can't accept that."
Edward turned back to the grave understanding what Jacob meant because he thought those same things: if only he had been with Bella, if only he had changed her when she had first asked none of this would have happened. She would be here, safe.
"Where do we go from here?" Jacob coughed, sorrow etched into every part of him.
"I don't know," Edward forced out, both knowing they felt the same- life had no purpose without Bella.
Jacob grimaced as he thought of her and felt another shudder go through him. He stood fighting against the rain, hardly any strength left in him.
"I know we've never been friends before…," Edward tried to say.
"For Bella, we can at least try," Jacob finished with no emotion.
"Yes."
Jacob turned to Edward and gave him the slightest nod of his head, agreeing. Together they stood alone, fighting the cold that was slowly entering their hearts. Edward glanced down, placing the white rose on the ground.
"Come back to me," he whispered to the ground. He gently leaned down towards the gravestone and rested his fingers against Bella's name. "I don't care how you do it just come back to me."